Inside I am the ocean
Rolling over mountains
Water and salt fill my bones
Until the rain leaves softer footprints
There’s a physical sensation that I’m emptying myself onto these pages. I walk through a doorway into a room to see I’ve walked into three doorways into three rooms with more doors. The words carry me along.
Verb tenses are confusing but I like them better than nouns. I’m trying to avoid adjectives…I don’t need any more excitement. What I need is to go deepest into my questions while webs are being spun.
I’m here at the still point. The center of my being.